When you labor in trying,
every trial and error tricks you into thinking you are closer to perfection.
No one
tells you
that pleasing people
is cyclical
when you are
running
in a wheel
blindfolded
thoughts and remembrances are the gunshot starting the race
to what a person likes and dislikes
and this time you will get it right
and show up correct.
At the end of the day,
left yearning for intimacy,
craving connection,
still alone
and in the wheel exhausted
with yet another unfinished race.
Body ragged and splayed, blindfold turned gag, wondering
if someone has found you
to be good enough
while questioning the longevity of your stamina.
Deciding to replenish,
you slake your thirst and glimpse your reflection
and realize you are the one
that needs to find you good enough.
Visual representation (reel) of story on @tolbert_on_medium Instagram
